Taming Femi

"I'm nobodies woman." Omotekoro said, baiting him to say otherwise.

"Of course you are." Babafemi drawled, lips pulling into a full sensual smile, like a cat staring at a bowl full of creamy delicious milk. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her in, stating matter of factly with his deep bedroom voice, "You're my woman. And I'm your man. We belong to each other."

Omotekoro shivered as his lips found hers.
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After years of dating men who fall at extreme ends of the spectrum of either too boring or too spicy, Omotekoro has given up on her hopes of meeting the perfect bad boy who'll be good for her. At least that was until she sets her eyes on Babafemi Charles Makanjuola.

The thing is, he's a vampire and she's a Nigerian. It can only end in premium tears... or will it?

You gotta read the book to find out.